Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-102. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Rakim,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.